it's underground someplace, but you aren't sure where. There are literally
hundreds of candles burning all around. Every single one is lit. There
are candles burning in the tops of great stands, along ledges on every
wall, even placed along the floor in elegant and beautiful designs. You
hear the silent rush of the air rising above the myriad of tiny flames.
Everything has an inviting yellow hue to it from the Picassos along the
wall to the ancient granite architecture itself. You find yourself
deliciously lost in the soft and lovely light.
There are exits: